"So what? Go ahead and shoot if you dare."
Yang Feng glanced back coldly at Yun Bi and the operatives, his voice carrying lightly.
"Fine, you forced us to do this!"
Yun Bi gritted her teeth and fired a shot at Yang Feng's thigh.
"Bang!"
A silver bullet, spiraling like a spiral, was launched instantly, heading straight for Yang Feng's thigh.
The operatives present couldn't help but sneer. Anyone who could say such a thing was truly fearless.
However, the next moment, Yang Feng gently waved his hand, and a white, foamy spiritual energy blocked the bullet.
This left everyone in the audience so shocked that their eyes almost popped out.
Is he performing magic?!
Just then, an elderly man, probably around sixty years old, silently stepped out from the side and said in a deep, resonant voice:
"Stop it!"
And who are you?
Yun Bi and all the operatives were startled and turned around abruptly to look at the old man beside them, who hadn't even noticed them.
"Here are my identification documents. You can leave now!"
The old man took out a red certificate from his person and handed it to Yunbi.
Not long after, Yun Bi bit her red lips, glanced deeply at Yang Feng not far away with her beautiful eyes, and turned around to shout:
"Fall back!"
All the personnel were completely bewildered. Were they no longer going to arrest the criminals?
Immediately afterwards, police cars left the scene and disappeared from Yang Feng and Heng Qing's sight.
"Hello, my name is Wang De. I am an elder under the Dragon Soul, a special organization in China."
The old man approached Yang Feng and spoke first.
"Hmm, I see. You were just sent to spy on me. If it weren't for the fact that you meant no harm, you would have been flying to the heavens by now."
Yang Feng shrugged, glanced at Wang De indifferently, then turned and led everyone towards the parking lot...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 463: Dry wood and fierce fire
"Alas, since ancient times, China has produced countless talents, with each generation surpassing the last. It's understandable that such a prodigy could be born in such a great nation. However, he is far too arrogant and domineering. If he could serve the country, that would be a truly great thing..."
Wang De watched Yang Feng's departing figure, sighed slightly, shook his head, and murmured softly that what he had just said was indeed true.
A young grandmaster, a master of the Earth Rank, how could he not notice someone following him? It's simply that he doesn't care.
If he gets angry, even a hundred of him might not be enough to kill him.
The Dragon Soul Organization sent him down merely to monitor him. If he does anything immoral or harmful to the country, they will show no mercy and will directly deploy the military to crush him!
Fortunately, from his observations over the past few days, Yang Feng is a reasonable person and not so unrestrained; at least he hasn't done anything harmful.
And, he discovered a fatal flaw in him: his wife, Han Shilan. If he could control her, then…
Wang De shook his head vigorously, banishing the idea. If he really did that, he feared the man would go berserk, which would lead to the outbreak of war.
This man has been listed by the Dragon Group as the forty-seventh person capable of triggering a global catastrophe.
As for the people mentioned above, they have all gone to the legendary Martial God Mountain, the strongest in the mortal world...
Yang Feng drove the Maserati into the parking lot of the Han family villa. After getting out of the car, he saw that the lights in the villa were still on, so he figured she hadn't gone to bed yet.
Yang Feng glanced at the time; it was already past 11 p.m. He carried fresh barbecue, took out his keys, and walked into the Han family's villa.
Upon entering the living room, I found Han Shilan sitting at the dining table, her hands clasped behind her back, asleep. In front of her were dishes that had already gone cold.
Seeing this, Yang Feng felt a warmth in his heart. He placed the barbecue on the dining table, picked up Han Shilan in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom.
For the eldest daughter of the prestigious Han family to personally cook a meal must have taken a great deal of determination. Only a man she deeply loves could change a pampered woman like her.
Similarly, for men, having a loving wife can transform a poor and destitute man.
"Hmm..."
Han Shilan felt as if she was being embraced, and she let out a soft moan. She gently opened her eyes, and what came into view was the boy she liked.
"Honey, why are you working so late? Are you very tired? I've made dinner, go and eat."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng smiled faintly, lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, then put her down and said tenderly:
"I'm not tired. But you, why are you cooking? We can just hire a few housekeepers to cook for you."
"I... I just wanted to cook for you myself. Besides, I finished cooking around 7 o'clock and have been waiting for you until now, I..."